Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 299 Proceeding as Planned

Chengnan Law Enforcement Office.

Upon returning from his outing, Milo entered the law enforcement hall and immediately shouted:

"Butch, a long-haired blonde woman will come to report a crime in a little while. Kick her out."

I don’t know when it started, but Butch has been taking on all the dirty and hard work in the office all by himself. I don’t know who started it, but it seems that everyone has gotten used to this arrangement, including Butch himself.

……

Milo first went back to his office upstairs and closed the door.

"How many are still able to move?"

At this moment, only a kerosene lamp was lit in the dimly lit office, and the shadows of the exiled figures appeared on the four walls illuminated by the light.

Milo did the math and found that only two or three people were still able to work.

Jones was nearly pierced through the heart by the psychic's spike, while Eric, Henry, and Will were all shot.

Will's shadow hung on the windowsill like a dead man, a cigarette still dangling from his mouth, puffing out smoke.

Eric, who suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder, insisted on getting up and organizing the files when he saw the messy pile of documents in the office, even though he was seriously injured.

Only four-eyed Henry lay obediently in the corner.

“Look, this is what a wounded soldier should look like,” Milo said, pointing at Henry.

All that's left are Ronaldo, Kane, and Garcia.

But Garcia was a medic and apothecary, not very good at fighting, and he also had to take care of the other unfortunate guys who were on the verge of death.

Fortunately, the two veterans were both formidable figures, one a sniper and the other a demolition expert.

"That should be enough."

Milo scratched his head.

After the battle, the seven-man team was reduced to a two-man team. This is going to be difficult.

"I must remind you that I am not the only one in this world who can see you. Your existence is entirely due to an ancient spell recorded on a page of the Necronomicon, so you are not invincible. Remember this, and learn from this lesson."

Milo knew that the situation in the alley was definitely due to their carelessness.

Even Milo had to choose a position with cover when he was surrounding the men in black, while Eric and his group just stood there staring straight at the other end of the alley. Well, now they got shot.

"So how many of those people could see us?"

Eric, leaning on the desk, weakly raised his other hand and gestured in sign language to ask Milo.

"Currently, there is only one known, and it is highly likely that this is the only one."

Milo thought for a moment.

The possibility of having two or more Spirit Visors in a Hunter organization at the same time is extremely low. The reason is simple: Spirit Visors cannot coexist peacefully; killing each other is the only way for such people to get along.

Just like Milo and the Men in Black, they started fighting to the death the moment they met.

Even if the two sides do not have conflicting positions, anyone with a brain would choose to strike first if they realized that the other party was a psychic. After all, no one would be foolish enough to gamble their life on whether the other party is a righteous person.

"High probability, just high probability."

Milo repeated the emphasis.

This was just speculation, after all, he didn't know the origins of these hunters. Eric gestured—"Is there any way to find him?"

For those of them who should be immortal, the existence of someone who could pierce their shadows with a physical bullet was far too threatening. Even if Eric wasn't a visionary, he would have preferred the other party to die soon, otherwise he would never have peace in the future.

"Kill one of them, and the others will have nowhere to hide."

Milo rubbed the cylinder of the revolver, making a clicking sound.

"They have a list," Henry, lying on the ground, slowly gestured with his hand.

“We still don’t know how they locked onto their targets. You guys shouldn’t just sit around doing nothing. If you can move, go to the basement and help Rick find out about the victims’ backgrounds and who they are. Maybe next time we can lock onto our prey before the hunters do. We can’t rely entirely on the church for this. I don’t trust them.”

Eric gestured – “Someone’s prejudice is very serious.”

"So, are you going to go to the newspaper and expose me as a heretic?" Milo glanced at Eric, who was leaning against the desk.

The latter immediately turned around and continued organizing the files on the desktop: "Ugh, who the hell put all this up..."

Milo shook his head and then instructed, "There's one more thing. Help me find out where it comes from. I feel like I've heard it before the hunter died—'In the long, dark night, I can still see the moonlight,' including 'This is the right path'... Hmm, to be honest, these sound a bit like the prayers of church charlatans, but not quite. Maybe it's from another sect. Anyway, try to find out as much as possible."

Garcia nodded to Milo.

I've covered most of the points that needed to be emphasized.

Soon, Milo heard Butch's voice coming from downstairs.

He knew that Grasso had already started acting.

"This woman is really reckless."

Eric gestured.

The seven members of the Exiled Shadows, including him, all thought Grasso was crazy. No one with a brain would agree to be Milo's bait. No matter how eloquently Milo described his plan, the core idea was "not to care about the bait's life." But it seemed Grasso didn't understand this.

So it's likely that we won't see this generous and beautiful woman wandering the streets anymore.

Everyone felt quite sorry.

...

In reality, Grasso knew everything. She knew perfectly well that Milo was playing with her life, but she couldn't refuse. As time went on, her impulse to submit to Milo grew stronger and stronger, and she even developed the illusion that she was willing to die for him.

"Let's get to work, gentlemen."

Milo put on his trench coat and walked out of the office.

Lao Luo and Kane followed closely behind.

The clever Enforcer Butch has already kicked Grasso out.

As planned, Grasso was walking slowly along the main thoroughfare leading directly to the south of the city within Parish 32.

Milo wasn't in a hurry, because the murder had put the entire city under martial law, but that didn't mean that law enforcement officers or city guards were watching every corner of the city. Grasso just needed to pass through some relatively desolate places, giving enough space and time for the assassination.

That place is a short distance from the Chengnan Law Enforcement Office.

Milo even took the time to go to the underground morgue and scold Rick, who was enjoying his meal...

"Still eating? You have such a high quality of life, you're even using wine glasses now, damn it."

(End of this chapter)